PG Bimble
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Tue 27 Nov 2012 22:28
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A Bimble Around Punta Gorda
PG is OK with us. Opposite our hotel
was a black bug, sadly the first we’ve seen with an O
ooo
Beds safely settled in bed after his
lumpy ride amongst the crisps on the ferry, Charles (our landlord) pointed out
where we should go for a late lunch, Gloria’s. Bear opted for the local
speciality on the menu as stew beef with rice and
beans. I chose chicken and chips. Bear’s arrived, I told him not to wait
for me – just as well as it came after the chicken had been caught, must have
given up only after quite a fight, but hey, we’re retired and it was well worth
waiting for.
At the kerb outside our favourite sort of bike. Later we saw it in action, Grand Gromit.
Off we went on our bimble which began
at Pal’s
Over the road in the Police Station
Compound were a couple of beauties
The Town
Square
Punta Gorda, (locally PG), is a sizeable town in Toledo District in
southern Belize, fifteen
feet above sea level. Historically it was a small fishing village before being
settled by Garifuna emigrants from Honduras in
1823. The population now, is about 6,000 and although the town bears a Spanish name, its
inhabitants are mostly Kriol/English-speaking,
primarily of Garifuna, East Indian and Kriol descent.
PG is a seaport and fishing town on
the Caribbean Sea that
used to be home to British soldiers at a camp nearby. The impact on the barracks
closing has taken a toll on the local economy. We walked to the town square and
found the taxi rank, after shaking hands with Rasta all was organised for the
morning, Rasta would pick us up at the hotel at
11:00.
The Post
Office
Main
Street
Some
buildings
A great night spot
called Chillers
Our
Favourite
The dogs we
saw here were in a truly pitiful state. Far worse,
barring the ticks, than we see in Guatemala. The one on the left was slow on his
feet, but the one on the right was bobbing up and down in an almost mechanical
way, unable to stop even when it feasted on scraps and we saw blood coming from
its eyes. So very sad. Grim
indeed.
The houses here are
all in very similar condition. The deep water drains indicate just how heavy the rainfall can be.
After our walk we headed back to the St Charles
Inn.
A lovely house opposite our hotel – one for the One Careful Owner finals I reckon.
We so enjoyed Gloria’s we went back for breakfast this morning. Bear’s
frijoles, bacon and sunny-side-ups came with a local side dish called Jacks.
These light, hollow, savoury turnovers were soon dipping in the skippers beans
and very much enjoyed. I had a delicious cheese omelet and all too soon it was
time to get on our way.
The fan above Bear’s head was
there on a wing and a prayer, the single screw was doing a sterling job. The
whole thing wiggled alarmingly but we feel sure we will be back en route back to
Beez. We bid the lovely waitress ‘farewell’ and as promised Rasta was there on
time for the short taxi ride to the airport.
ALL IN ALL SUCH HAPPY PEOPLE A GENTLE BACKWATER |